SWEET HEART - ENGLISH POEMS
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SWEETHEART!
How
long sweetheart should I keep on
Crying for you, beckoning to
you?
Teeny-weeny grains from this
heart
Dispersed now all over in
this sand
Tried to pick up all along
life
Failed to regain a single
speck
It’s a jet-black night,
darkened mind
Beads black and soil too!
All invisible
Visible only that unbearable
my dreamland
Getting trampled by
way-farer barefoot
Sweetheart,
I could discharge only and
one business
And you ignored my every
signal and each call
You went on turning your
deaf ear in entire life.
I became helpless!
How long sweetheart should I
keep on
Crying for you, beckoning to
you?
I leaded a stormy life so
far
Sometimes with deluge
becoming tornado
Occasionally became bone dry
with the wild squall
I am whirling mere
Now feels, with no reason!
Ample air became available
to breathe in
Flooded oceans are available
to quench my thirst here
If hunger was the reason for
fired stomach
Muscles too were available
in entire body
Piles of braids would have
come on tap
If I were moved a little bit
like the tree
It splashes the heap of
flowers and leaves
When shaken uproariously.
And what else was needed?
Even though I became
downpour sometimes
And turned occasionally into
wild storm
While cuddling the whirlwind
yielded of pride
I went an extra mil with
arduous though in mind
Pestered heart
Number of felonies lodged in
my name
In the complaint book of
minds around
Now feels, with no reason!
Uselessly! Pointlessly!
Unwittingly!
Same morning and same
evening
Played again and again with
new tip-cat
Tired now, not proving
decisive!
Ran here and there
helter-skelter
Nowhere were you!
How long sweetheart should I
keep on
Crying for you, beckoning to
you?
Why? Why you? Why you
persecuted me?
No! No! Never!
No point to ask you
That too in your absence!
Foolishness!
Even if you were
You would have not answered.
To tell you
No point in answer too
It’s a game of words only!
There but is a special
reason
For this tete-a-tete I m
doing for you
Pressing down my mind
I tell you that but my pride
Sweetheart,
It’s all about the
intercourse
Coitus between a male and
female
Between a body and the other
body
The entire insistence was for
sex
Love, Mind, Feelings,
Affections
Everything was falsehood.
I became a hurricane for the
sex on earth
In sham efforts to curb in
it I became a wild storm
Then undergone an extra
mile, pestering heart!
But it happened yesterday
I was singing a song for you
She came from inside
She was different from you
Formless, shapeless,
voiceless!
Although she appeared to
tell me,
“No labor! No persecution!
No disgrace!
You be seated restful
Do manly hood of doing
nothing”
Yeah! Doing something was my
pride ever
Though difficult, I could
manage sit still
Without doing anything for
few minutes
Of the very long life
She congratulated me with
the claps
I was brave, I was brave!
Then after it came to pass
Sensed few, few in oblivion
Every cell of the body got
alive
Without desire showered glee
Enliven the every fiber of
body
Soul became cheerful.
She was with me, She still
with me
And will remain with me
forever.
It is not the copulation
That happened between me and
you in hidden past
But again more than that
Yielding the utmost peace
and ultimate pleasure
Still in my lips!
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